The Magazine of Fantasy & Science FictionThe Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, founded in 1949, is the award-winning SF
magazine which is the original publisher of SF classics like Stephen King's
Dark Tower, Daniel Keyes's Flowers for Algernon and
Walter M. Miller's A Canticle for Leibowitz.
Each 160-page issue offers
compelling short stories and novellas by writers such as Ray Bradbury, Ben Bova, Ursula K. Le Guin,
Mike Resnick, Terry Bisson and many others, along with
the science fiction field's most respected and outspoken opinions on books, films and science.

Fantasy and Science Fiction's April cover illustration by Maurizo Manzieri of the Charles
Coleman Finlay story, "The Political Officer," succeeds from a marketing perspective. It's a colorful,
eye-catching depiction of the archetypal SF hero in a form-fitting jumpsuit struggling with a hatch door
on which a radioactivity meter has redlined. It stands out more than the same month's Asimov's with its
yet another in a series of "planet on the horizon" stock images, and thus is perhaps more likely
to attract the casual browser to pick it up and make an impulse purchase.

However, I think the illustration fails from an artistic standpoint. Finlay's tale is not just some
run-of-the-mill space opera with a clearly defined hero saving the day that someone who doesn't read much
more than sci-fi media spin-offs will enjoy. Though, on the surface, it is that. But Finlay has taken
the veneer of cliched WW II-era sub-mariner movies, transposed it to an interstellar setting, and flavored
the mixture with the paranoia of the Stalinist Soviet Union. Sort of Das Boat meets 1984
meets Star Trek. We don't know who the good guys are, and the one who just might be does
some bad things. Nothing colorful here, not even black and white, just shades of grey that blend into
murkiness. Not the best image to sell a magazine, perhaps, but more representative of the content.

Not that all is bleak between the covers. "Just Another Cowboy" by Esther M. Friesner is hilarious, even
if a bit predictable. What makes the story work, ultimately, is the narrator's Texas "Dubya" way of telling
his story about life on the ranch and what happens when its owner dies:

Now ol' Josh P. might have got himself married more times than recommended by the U.S. government (I think
it's the Department of Agriculture that handles such things), but you wouldn't know it by anything except
his checkbook. He was not a results-oriented husband. To put it another way, he couldn't begat worth a hill of beans.

Also in a humorous vein, Alison Bowman's "The Copywriter" offers a promising opening:

So one day these aliens leave a message on my machine. They say, "This is the Intergalactic Space
Alien Federation. We are taking over your planet with a constellation of war satellites and plan to
enslave your species. We were wondering if you might write our brochure."

There are some funny lines in this piece, even if as a riff on a famous Twilight Zone episode
called "Serving Man" (based on a short story by Damon Knight) it fails as a full-fledged story (the ending
doesn't quite jive with the premise). That said, if, like me, you have any experience in the advertising
business, you'll find that Bowman shares Friesner's ear for replicating the dialogue of a particular social setting.

Speaking of vignettes, Thomas Disch's "Torah! Torah" Torah!" offers three skits that retell Biblical tales
in contemporary terms. One is how Adam found names for the animals, the second a police investigation into
child abuse charges against Abraham (some nasty rumors about a sacrifice) and why Jehovah's wife is not
mentioned in the Bible. Again, like Bowman's story, these don't amount to much more than long jokes, though
Disch provides more effective punch lines.

Jack Williamson contributes "The Planet of Youth," the premise of which will be familiar to readers of
his "Afterlife" in February's issue. It's another variation of what price people will pay to achieve immortality
when the goods delivered are perhaps not worth the payment.

Someone who is usually busy editing the magazine with the aforementioned tired old moon covers turns in a
wonderfully whimsical tale, "The Hanging Curve," in which the final pitch of a World Series fails to reach
home plate for far too long. The results are both marvelous and all too typical of human nature. Even
if you don't like baseball (and I never did understand a game in which most of the time is spent waiting for
someone to do something), this one belongs on your scorecard.

Also of note in the non-fiction department is Lucius Shepard's regular column on films. No Siskel and Ebert,
Shepard calls it the way he sees it, which is quite refreshing. In describing the little-known flick
Donnie Darko, Shepard comments this "is hands-down the best science fiction movie in quite a few
years. Granted, this verges on damning with faint praise."

And that's actually more diplomatic than most of what Shepard has to say about the current state of the film industry.

David Soyka is a former journalist and college teacher who writes the occasional short story and
freelance article. He makes a living writing corporate marketing communications, which is a kind of
fiction without the art.